Chabixing was obviously in a dilemma. It sounded almost impossible to build a floating bridge on the Yellow River within two or three hours, and in the dark, but when he looked at Qinghan's anxious expression, he didn't say much. He just nodded, turned around and said something to the common people.

Obviously, those people were the people he found to help from the Yellow River.

They said, looking at this side, the people looked embarrassed, but Chabixing said something to them. After hesitating for a while, they nodded reluctantly.

Then, I saw them greeting people and walking forward.

I stood in the wind with my arms in my arms. At this time, I was so cold that I felt a little unconscious. I felt one arm slow down to protect me and hug me into his arms.

I said with some concern: "Can it work?"

From the detour he took me on a horse just now, I could probably tell that this place should be another ferry, and it was behind a relatively large bend. The water flow was slower than the one just now, but even so, it was so late that nothing could be seen on the river surface. It seemed too difficult to build a pontoon bridge within a few hours.

Qinghan said: "Don't worry, the solution is something that people think of. I believe Chabixing can do it."

“…”

"Come here first and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

"Um."

The river beach is not big, and his people are all parked on the hillside, but they did not set up camps. Everyone just lit a bonfire and sat around to eat and drink some water. They had to rest for a while and were ready to cross the river at any time. These people were still energetic. From afar, I could still hear them singing in familiar local accents.

The singing gradually drifted away in the dark night.

Qinghan held a torch and took me to a small wood behind. There was a cluster of flowers and trees about one person in front of me. He said, "Just change your clothes there, I'll guard you here." After that, he handed me a set of clean clothes that asked the people's homes.

I asked, "Where are you?"

"I'll change it when you're done."

"good."

I slowly groped and walked over. He stood with his back to me, trying to raise the torch to light it up, and finally peeled off the wet and mud-filled clothes on my body. I was like a snake with a layer of skin in summer, and I stretched out my whole body. I also found that many parts of my hands and many parts of my body were soaked and wrinkled slightly, and I didn't know what my face looked like.

He asked, "Have you changed?"

"Wait a little longer."

"You should hurry, it will be cold tonight."

"I know, don't urge me."

I muttered impatiently, and the dry towel wiped the mud and sand on my body, then changed into clothes, and suddenly felt much more comfortable, but there was still a lot of sand in my wet hair, which was very uncomfortable, so I simply wrapped my hair in a piece of clothes and walked out slowly, patting his back: "I'm fine."

He looked back at me, stunned for a moment, and immediately showed an expression of whether to smile or not.

I couldn't help but smile, and reached out to pick up the torch and said, "Go and change it quickly, don't catch a cold again."

Unexpectedly, this set of clothes was too big and not fit. The cuffs were hanging on the flower branches beside them and pulled them. He even laughed out loud, shook his head and stuffed the torch into my hand, and said with a smile: "You are such a big man, you can't even wear clothes."

After saying that, I took down my sleeves and rolled them up above my wrist, then squatted down and helped me pull out my trousers' legs, and then I walked behind the flowers and trees with my clothes in my arms.

He is much taller than me, and even if he bent down, he could vaguely see his back. Compared to the last time he saw him covered in scars at the bottom of the Juma River Valley, although his injuries have been cured, he has almost lost half of his body. He was obviously very strong, but at this time he could see his tall shoulder blades.

Even his originally broad shoulders seemed to collapse slightly because of being too tired.

I just felt my eyes hot and I turned around quickly.

The forest was very quiet. Apart from the sound of changing clothes coming from behind, I could only hear the gurgling sound of the river flowing in the distance. I unknowingly calmed down and recalled what happened in the past two days.

After a while, he changed his clothes and walked out, took the torch from my hand: "Go out. I asked them to prepare hot water and go wash first."

"OK."

Walking out of the woods, his two followers were guarding outside the forest. At this time, we were led to a bonfire. A bucket of hot water was burned on the fire, and a large basin of hot water was placed next to it. There was no way to ask for more in such a place. Moreover, for me who is now covered in mud and sand and is still soaked in cold water, this is already a rare good treatment, so I walked over by myself and said, "Just wash it simply, wait, and when I arrive in Xi'an Prefecture, there will definitely be a place for you to organize it."

After hearing what he said, I didn't say anything, and slowly took off the clothes from my hair, soaked my hair wrapped in mud and sand into hot water. A burst of hot steam steeped up, making me shiver.

He held the hot water in his hand and poured it gently on my hair.

Following the water flow, the mud and sand slowly flowed into the basin. The hot feeling also dispelled the cold air on my body. I finally took a breath and my mind became a little clearer.

I buried my head and whispered: "Qinghan, now, should you explain it to me clearly?"

“…”

"What happened along the way? Although the emperor didn't believe you and sent someone to deal with you was too impulsive, he was never a person who ignored the overall situation and made unreasonable trouble. You wrote to your people and let them control the emperor's itinerary. How could he believe you when he saw such evidence?"

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"Why do you do this?"

“…”

"What do you want to do?"

Instead of answering me immediately, he picked up a little hot water and poured it on the back of my neck, wet the already dry grit there, and rubbed it gently, saying, "But you believe me, right?"

I took a deep breath: "Yes."

“…”

"Because you promised me that you wouldn't lie to me. So--I believe you were hiding something from me, but you wouldn't act like you wanted to help him, but you secretly harm him."

I heard his soft and relaxed sound, and a handful of warm water poured off his hair, with a little gentle feeling, he said softly: "Yes, I do want to control him."

“…”

"But, I'm not trying to harm him, I'm trying not to let others control him."

"other people?"

My breathing was slightly suffocated, and my voice became a little tense: "Who is someone else?"

He whispered slowly: "The man from the wonderful door."

“…!”

I could hardly help but raise my head from the basin. One of his hands gently pressed the back of my neck and said, "Don't move around, be careful of catching a cold, and let's talk about it after washing."

“…”

I was silent for a moment, suppressed my excitement, and even more so I had to control my violent heartbeat. I continued to bury my head in the basin and let him slowly rinse me, and then said, "Would you like to control me from the wonderful door? What should I control him to do?"

He said, "You heard that song?"

The anti-song of the emperor's departure from Sanjiang?

I was surprised and said, "Can this song be made by the man from the wonderful door?"

"No, this song is really not me, nor is it made by Miaosanmen. It was sent by Pei Yuanxiu from the capital. I think he knows his brother too well. Although the emperor has prepared for leaving the capital, he can figure out some things he can plan, but when he really experiences, he may not be able to accept them so obediently."

I nodded.

This is how human nature is. Just as Pei Yuanxiu once told me that after he knew his life experience, he also thought that he had withdrawn from the capital and could accept everything safely after he arrived in Shengjing. However, as a former prince, he suddenly turned from a pride of heaven to a betrayal dog. The feeling was not good, so he wanted to retake everything he had once again.

And Pei Yuanhao, on the way to leave the capital, his mentality will definitely not always be as peaceful as when he was planning to sit on the dragon throne.

He would start to be nervous, uneasy, and then—suspect.

Human nature is that there is a gap, and it is human nature.

Qinghan continued: "But the appearance of this song is correct to the meaning of the wonderful door. They just want to attack the emperor."

I asked, "Do they really want to use you to replace him?"

When I talked about this, my voice was also a little trembling.

But I heard a chuckle coming from above my head.

He said, "I? Have you ever seen any emperor sitting on the dragon throne with half a mask?"

I felt the bitterness in his words and hurriedly raised my head. This time he did not stop me, and I clearly saw the helpless and sad expression on his face under the flames.

I hurriedly said, "Qinghan..."

He raised his hand to stop me from talking, then reached over and held my wet hair to keep my head down, and then said calmly: "There is a saying among the people that the emperor takes turns to do it and arrives at my house next year, but it's just a joke. Not to mention my face, being an emperor will have to sacrifice too much..."

“…”

"Over the years, I have seen it more clearly that the emperor is not something that everyone can do."

“…”

"Even a person like him can't do everything smoothly."

I asked, "Since you can't replace him, what is the intention of the wonderful door?"

Qinghan said deeply: "I can't replace him, but someone can."
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